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0.025 apart. A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

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We Wear the Mask

by Paul Laurence Dunbar

0.0367 − 0.4348i

Drawing the boundary…

The Suicide

by Amelia Alderson Opie

0.0585 − 0.4236i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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We Wear the Mask

by Paul Laurence Dunbar

We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.

Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!

The Suicide

by Amelia Alderson Opie

And did you see in yonder vale,
A corpse entomb'd, when night began.
Then you shall hear a mournful tale
It was the corpse of beauteous Anne,
Poor injur'd mourner beauteous Anne.

Ah once that lovely maid to see,
Each village Swain delighted ran,
And once she look'd so full of glee,
We always call'd her smiling Anne,
Sweet playful beauty smiling Anne.

Yet tho' we told her men betray'd
False Henry could her heart trepan,
And soon we saw her beauty fade
And ceas'd to call her smiling Anne!
O! how she sorrow'd wretched Anne.

But when we heard her whole sad tale,
To shun her e'en her friends began,
Then desp'rate made she sought yon vale,
And in that stream plung'd frantic Anne!
There lay self-murder'd, hapless Anne.

Yet still when Evening's gentle breath,
The willow o'er her grave shall fan,
We'll seek the spot, lament her death,
And breathe a pray'r, for guilty Anne!
O! Heav'n forgive thee, guilty Anne!

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